Alone, in complete dark, and entirely covered in sweat, Vel couldn't do anything but listen.
Anything but listen, and picture what was going on the other side of the tent.
Even when she tried not to, when she tried to focus on something else, anything else, the moans and gasps forced her to start imagining it again.
Her arms, face, thighs, and breasts were soaked in sweat, while her inner thighs were soaked by a different kind of fluid, which was slathered and spread by her involuntary leg movements.
There was only so much resistance that Vel had in her, only so much time she could spend rubbing her legs and knees together, before she surrendered and accepted that it wasn't enough.
Her arms tensed and pulled, but there was no tearing the rope keeping them behind her back and on either side of the pole.
"Fuck…" The female Ogre cursed . "I need to… I need something to…"
But there wasn't anything. Anything for her to use. Anything for her to ride.
